Right of passage

You, know, it's funny. I started a new blog, wrote in it once, got swept up in new-mommyness and here we are, a year and some later, and I am right back to this blog, one that for some reason I just couldn't bear to trash! It's like a journal, I guess - right?
Little M is no longer so little - at 13.5 months he's a bam bam of a baby-toddler. He still doesn't sleep (still up every hour or two at night) but we are working on night weaning, and we are talking about trying again in a few months.
I wish I would have written more. My sleep deprived, hormonal, thyroid-whacked-out brain feels so foggy about his first year that in a way it's like I missed out! Now though, I'm trying my hardest to appreciate it for what it is - I went back to work at 8 months, then J stayed home for a few months, but he has been in full time daycare since May. I had no idea how hard that would be...